How To Read Literature Like A Professor Summary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

That's professor Zayn Johnson for you. [A/n: Feels like you're reading a new genre of this book, right? Please scroll up and see the chapter title. Tell me what you figured out what happened!]

“Don’t ascend without me. I still have to tell you about this hot professor.” “Oh right,” I say. “Start talking.” The massage begins and I almost forget she is there until she speaks again. “So, classes have been chaotic,” she says. “But also entertaining because my literature professor this semester is unnecessarily good looking.” “Unnecessarily?” “Yes. Unnecessarily. Like he’s rude for being that fine. If someone looks that good, they should be boring or bad at teaching but no, he’s a genius. I suffer every class.” I laugh softly, the massage making my voice come out lazy. “Do you know his name?”

Below it, a small, silver plaque read: “Julian Croft, Head of Literature Department.” My hand, reaching for a delicate-looking mug, froze mid-air. Head of… Literature? Oh, for the love of… That meant… that meant the man whose thick, heavy cock had been buried deep inside my wet cunt just hours ago, the man who’d called me his “little whore” as he’d sucked on my nipples, the man whose scent still clung to my skin like a forbidden secret… Was my new professor. Fuck.

Chapter 2: The Girl Who Made My Heart Race The lecture hall buzzed with chatter as Professor Adeyemi wrapped up his introduction to Psychology. My pen trembled in my hand the whole time. I stayed glued to my seat in the back row even after the others started packing up. “Remember, read Chapter One before next class!” the professor called out. Chairs scraped, laughter echoed, and soon the room emptied like someone had flipped a switch. I pretended to scribble notes, heart hammering. Just breathe, Rose. You’re not the only new student.

If I understood correctly, I wasn't the first person who'd come to see him because of this. "I nearly did." I huffed. "And yet you didn't." "No." "Excellent." He opened the heavy book with surprising care. "Contracts," he murmured, almost to himself, before he glanced at me. "are merely conclusions. The legislation tells you how those conclusions were reached." For the first time since leaving home, I felt genuinely hopeful. We spent the next several hours reading, not skimming, but reading. We went through every paragraph, every amendment and every annotation. Asides that, I didn't miss the way Professor Hawthorne would occasionally disappear into another room before returning with older ed

While the mean girls sit in front, the jerks sat behind, so that third row was the perfect place for me. “Good day class.” Professor William greeted, then began to lecture. I usually love his literature classes because of the many meanings he gave to lines in books and poems that initially felt shallow and bland. It sometimes feels like he knows the mind of the writer or was even with him during the conception of the book. His class was interrupted just a few minutes after it started by the ice hockey boys, Jax and his crew. They completely stole the attention of every classmate and even professor William, who paused to let them settle in.

Lila My head's a stupid mess. And not even my favourite novel, Bared to you opened right in front of me helps me out. I'm fucked. Totally. Completely. I squeeze my thighs tighter as I feel the build up of pressure growing worse. It's driving me insane. Just from the thought of one man. Professor Karl. As I read Eva and Gideon's fucking scene, he is all I can think of. Fucking me silly till I can't stand. I let out a moan from the dirty thoughts, slapping my mouth shut almost immediately. A calming breath falls off my lips when I realise I'm the only one in this section. And probably alone in the entire library. It's almost midnight and only a nerd like me stays in the library to live her dir

After typing away for so long, he decided to go for a water break before returning to read all that he had written. As his eyes scanned through the work, he gulped in air multiple times. Everything he had written down was literal filth. Filthy literature that shouldn’t see the light of day ever because why would anyone ever want to read the fantasies of a professor about his student. This was the type of shit that made people get locked up and thrown behind bars.

Then he reached into his desk and pulled out a slim volume—The Professor’s Pet. The cover showed a woman on her knees, her hands clasped behind her back, her mouth open in silent offering. "Your next assignment," he said, pressing it into my hands. "Read the first chapter. Aloud." My stomach flipped. "Here?" His smile was slow. Dangerous. "Where else?" I opened the book with trembling fingers. The first line made my face burn: "She knelt before him, her body aching with the need to please..." "Read," he commanded, settling back into his chair, his cock already stirring again as he watched me.

I didn’t sign up for his class to fall for him, I signed up because everyone said Professor Elias’s advanced literature seminar was the hardest class in the English department, and I was twenty-two, in my last semester, and stupidly determined to prove I could handle anything the universe threw at me. I walked into the lecture hall that first day expecting a gray-haired, tweed-wearing dinosaur who would drone on about dead white men for three hours every Tuesday and Thursday. Instead, I got him.